Proud of doing nothing

12Apr

I’m pleased with myself this week. Not because I got a lot done, but because I didn’t. You see, I happen to be one of those people who suffer from too much will power. Like all things that others have and we want (curly hair/straight hair, big boobs/small boobs) will power is one of those grass is greener issues. Friends struggle with accomplishing their goals, while I make a list, prioritize it, and then charge my way through every day until I am exhausted and sometimes not particularly pleasant. Then I get up and do the same thing again. I do get a tremendous amount done, just ask anyone, but every so often I want to stop it all and have more fun.

So, this week, I pretty much didn’t do what I do. I did not meet my writing goals. I blew off an entire online course in geomechanics that I signed up for and probably would enjoy. (Maybe next time they offer it.) I didn’t post on a single blog (see how far behind I am on this one) and you don’t want to hear about the laundry and times I didn’t exercise.

What did I do? I spontaneously went to a concert and had a picnic on the lawn. Drank a bottle of wine. Yes the whole thing but it was over a few hours. Saw Arcade Fire and they were great. I got a pedicure, Skyped for way too long with my sister, and I’m going bowling tomorrow with my husband. I haven’t bowled in a decade. Way too busy for that kind of nonsense normally.

I don’t know what has gotten into me. Spring? It is finally hitting the Houston area. Full moon? Accomplishment fatigue? Guess it doesn’t matter. I had a great time and next week Ill go back to being me. I do like who I am, and I’ll get plenty done then.